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(question for Scott and Mitch at the bottom of the article!! #AskSuperfruit)

It’s been a while! Sorry for the looong interruption, but I needed to go back to my family and RL friends, to reconnect with them. It was a lot of fun (well, not only, let’s get real: family isn’t always easy to go on with…) but it did me good. I had a really good time with my friends on different occasions and that was really really cool.

Soooo… WHAT’S NEW?! Did I ever tell you about my obsessions? Sometimes (all the time, really), when I hear a new song or a new group I fall in love with, I can get a bit obsessive. Like, listening to the song a hundred times in a row. For real. I did it for Trespassing by Adam Lambert. After that, my kids asked if they could get me headphones for Mother Day… I got the message (and the headphones!) and now, I try to do it when they’re not home.

BUT I have now a WEEKLY OBSESSION! It’s Superfruit!!! (more like daily obsession!)

(for those who already know them, it will ring a LOUD bell, and for those who don’t, let me introduce them to you).

I first fell in love with Pentatonix in 2015, thanks to my friend Petra. She sent me this awesome video of a Stromae cover, Papaoutai.

I was literally blown away by their performance. I didn’t know them at all (where was I?! It seems I was living on another planet, because they were already quite famous).

Scott Hoying, Mitch Grassi and Kirstie Maldonado were best friends and started singing together in High School. Then, they met Avi Kaplan thanks to a mutual friend, and Kevin Olusola on a YouTube video. What makes this group so awesomely AWESOME (sorry, I can get a little excited, remember, they’re my OBSESSSSSSION!! lol), is that they’re an a cappella group, but the modern version of it. Kevin is a beatboxer and Avi is a bass who makes impressive sounds with his mouth. Together, they enhance the beautiful voices of the other three.

BUT what is SUPERFRUIT then? See, Mitch and Scott have been BFFs since they were ten. They’re now 24. And in 2013 they started this crazy YouTube channel called (the suspense is killing you I bet) Superfruit. They’re sweet, funny, crazy, and talented as **ck (what does it possibly mean?… duck…? co**…? I’m confused. Or not). They even have merchandise now with their logo, a red strawberry, on it. You can purchase items on their official store: sup3rfruitstore.com

What are they like? (to me)

Mitch is a sassy, twinky, funny, groovy, hotty Superfruity queen. His laugh is just adorable and I lost count of his tattoos. I think he secretly gets one more between videos. I also lost count of his different hair colors and hair cuts. The one I disliked most was when he went bald. Scott did it to him (he asked for it!) during one of the videos. The one I loved the most was when he died his air purple. It was so him.

He’s also a fashion addict. Sometimes I think his fashion choices are a bit… daring, to say the least, but it suits him very much. He’d look good in anything anyway.

Here he is, during his Iceland trip with Scott. Isn’t he gorgeous! That smile…

Photo taken by @ShawnAdeli. Source: Twitter

Scott is a blond God with sexy dimples and a heart of gold. Sometimes, he looks at Mitch with those loving, adoring, I-wanna-lick-your-face-but-let’s-wait-until-this-video-is-over eyes. It’s that kind of moment when you can only sigh. You know what I mean? He hasn’t changed much his hair style since I *know* him, but sometimes he lets his beard grow a bit. I love it. He also have a gorgeous laugh and he and Mitch have matching tattoos.

Here’s a photo of him, also in Iceland.

Source: TwitterI don’t know who took it.

They’re very sweet together, always in synch, as if they already knew what the other was gonna say. They started (or was it someone other than them? I don’t know) to call themselves Scömìche (Scott and Mitch of course). They did everything to let us think they were a couple, like a joke. And in a video made by Andpop, Scott Hoying and Mitch Grassi, their life story (click on the link to watch it), they admitted they played us…

All right, then. So WHY-OH-WHY did I see a tweet (that I can’t find anymore) by Mitch saying « guys… scomiche is real » at the early beginning of January? Actually, it was a screen shot Mitch had done, showing the number of RT and love they received for tweeting (or is it « twitting »? I don’t know!) that. I’d be so happy for us if it as real. They’re made for each other. But I can understand why they wouldn’t put their precious friendship in jeopardy.

They often do a Q&A session on their YouTube channel. Basically, you tag them with #AskSuperfruit on Twitter and ask whatever, and when they do the video, they choose several questions and answer them.

Scott and Mitch, if you ever have the crazy idea to look in this direction while you search for questions to answer, please answer this one:

Have I lost my mind when I saw that scomiche was real, like really real?! Pretty please?

I love you so much, thanks for inspiring me everyday. I literally listen to you every-ddddducking day!! (eww it reminds me of the Manila video with the baby ducks? eww… no ducks then but you got what I was saying)

For everyone who hasn’t met their awesomeness yet, go check them out. They can be found basically everywhere on the social medias, but I follow them mostly on Twitter and YouTube. They also have a live.me thing. It’s cool too.

Thanks for reading, guys! Don’t forget to share if you liked it and comment if you have anything to add!

On this perfect sunny Sunday, it’s the perfect time to talk about Spy Stuff.

What’s Spy Stuff, will you ask?

It’s not the usual spy story. Not the kind of book Jan Flemming could have written. I could well compare my friend Matthew J. Metzger to another author, but he’s rather exceptionnal and wouldn’t hold any comparison.

He describes himself as an asexual, transgender author, dragged up in the wet and windy British Isles. He currently lives and works in West Yorkshire, and has a special fondness for writing the rough-edged British working class society in which he grew up — warts and all.

What is this book about?

I could try to sum it up for you, but it wouldn’t do the book any justice. Here is the blurb, instead.

Anton never thought anyone would ever want to date him. Everyone knows nobody wants a transgender boyfriend, right? So he’s as shocked as anyone when seemingly-straight Jude Kalinowski asks him out, and doesn’t appear to be joking

The only problem is … well, Jude doesn’t actually know.

Anton can see how this will play out: Jude is a nice guy, and nice guys finish last. And Anton is transgender, and transgender people don’t get happy endings. If he tells Jude, it might destroy everything.

And if Jude tells anyone else … it will.

Intriguing, right? That’s what I thought when Matt told me about this story.

I was so intrigued, that I wanted to know more about it. If you do too, here is the link!

So, I was very lucky when he asked if I was interested in reading it before anyone else. Ecstatic doesn’t begin to cover it.

I’m ashamed to say that I’ve never read any of Matt’s books before. Yeah, I know! What a shame! That’s definitely something I’ll have to do after. Indeed, I fell in love with his writing. I was hooked within the first few pages. Funny in a dry way, smart, educational without ever being preachy, sad at times and to be honest, I couldn’t put it down from the moment I began to read it. So much, that I fell asleep on my Kindle at 2am, and resumed my reading right when I woke up the next morning. When I say I abso-fucking-lutely loved it, I’m not kidding!

I don’t want to spoil too much but I can assure you’ll love it. I felt his inner turmoil as if it were mine. The fear of being discovered by his school mates but also by his boyfriend, all the things he had to think about to not get caught, his father (damn, you just can’t like the man if you’re human!!), his lovely mother, his fantastic aunt, his new friends he has to learn how to trust… There is so much to love in this book!

To give you a taste of his writing (and probably make you want to buy Spy Stuff here), here is a little excerpt.

Anton slowly relaxed as Jude started to brighten up and just … talk. Jude chattering, Anton was starting to realise, was a sign that everything was alright. And Anton desperately wanted it to be, so he simply clung on to Jude’s hand — even though it was raining outside, and really too cold to not be wearing gloves — and let the noise wash over him all the way home.

Which meant, when he let them into the house and the smell of Aunt Kerry’s drunk spag bol invaded their clothes, Anton was … actually in kind of a good mood. Maybe he could do this. Maybe Jude would listen, even if in the end he still decided dating a trans guy wasn’t for him? There was a chance, right?

So when Lily appeared in the doorway, took one look at Jude, and screamed, Anton laughed.

« What the hell! » Jude yelped as she tore back into the kitchen.

« She’s –«

« Mummy, Anton’s friend’s on fire in the hall! »

« — kinda weird. »

« No shi — er, hell? »

« Just ignore her, » Anton advised, hanging up their coats. A nervous swoop made itself known when Jude grinned and kissed his ear, but he laughed it off and pushed him in the direction of the kitchen. « Go get us drinks or something. »

« It’s your house, » Jude said, but wandered off obediently. Anton took a moment to simply breathe before following him.

Lily had firmly decided — despite having seen Jude before and not having really clocked his hair — that Jude was on fire, and Anton had to wrestle a cup of water away from her before it ended up on Jude’s head.

« Nooo, give it back! » she wailed, stretching up to grab his belt as he put the cup in the sink and rummaged in the fridge for Cokes.

« Yeah, Anton, give it back. I might start melting the counter, » Jude said, sliding onto one of the stools at the island counters.

Aunt Kerry, busy with dinner, simply chuckled at the both of them.

« You’re being mean! » Lily yelled, stamping her foot, then turned on Jude, skidding across the tiles to grab at his trousers. « You need a fireman! »

« It’s always that colour, » Jude said in a serious voice, but he was wearing an ear-splitting grin, and Anton’s heart clenched hard at the sheer beauty of him, despite the battered face.

« No, it’s on fire! »

« No it’s not, » Jude said. « It’s ginger. »

« That’s not ginger, ginger biscuits are ginger! »

« They’re brown. »

« If they’re brown, » Lily said seriously, « then why are they called ginger biscuits, huh? »

« Because they have ginger in them. »

« Which makes them ginger and that’s not ginger and you’re on fire! »

« Lily, leave Jude alone, » Aunt Kerry interjected.

« Jew? » Jude dropped his head onto the counter with a muffled cackle into both hands, and Anton couldn’t help but laugh at sight of him.

« Oh God, » he said. « Come on, let’s go into the living room, and –«

« Noooo, you can’t, he’ll put the living room on fire! »

« Lily, seriously, stop it with the fire, he’s not on fire. »

« Jew! » she screeched, and Jude did a full body twitch like he was trying not to curl in on himself.

« Jew! »

« Jude! » Anton corrected.

« Jude, » she echoed scornfully, throwing Anton a fabulously dirty look for a kid who wasn’t even six yet. « Jude! »

« What? » Jude managed, coughing and rubbing at his eyes, still grinning.

« Tell Tasha to stop it! »

Anton froze. Like a bucket of ice water being dumped on his head, every muscle seized up, and the Coke in the cans started rattling in his shaking hands.

« Anton was Natasha only then she became Anton and Mummy says I have to say he but I forget sometimes, » Lily continued in a loud, inescapable voice. It bounced off the walls and tiles, and one of the cans slipped through Anton’s hands and burst open on the floor. Coke was flung everywhere in long, fizzy bursts, soaking his socks and trousers, and through Lily’s indignant shriek and Aunt Kerry’s yell, all he could see was — was —

Jude.

The wide-eyed, confused stare that Jude was giving him. And the single word, that word, the word Anton hated. « Natasha? »

Anton opened his mouth, found nothing coming up to save him, and did the only thing possible.

He bolted.

Now you can only want to read Anton and Jude’s story. It’s a Young Adult so there is no wild sex scenes, or anything like that. Sweet, funny, and as I said educational but never preachy. It’s a very good first book to start learning about transgender people. Because no, there isn’t enough books in the genre. We are members of a community, a growing one, but sometimes — too often — we forget the other letters in « LGBT » are just as important.

You can follow Matthew J. Metzger almost everywhere. Matthew roams mainly on Twitter and Facebook, has a free fiction page, runs a blog chronicling his own transition from female to male, and has a website. His young adult backlist can be found on his JMS Books author page. And as a last resort, he can also be contacted at mattmetzger@hotmail.co.uk

Now, all you have to do is click here to be the proud owner of your own copy, and discover why it’s called Spy Stuff!

If you’ve followed the whole story, you already know what happened to this book. If not, let me sum up the events for you.

Terres de Rêve, the second book in the Dreams series, was translated chapter by chapter, as I was writing it in French. Indeed, I had originally planned to have both editions, in French and in English, released the same day.

Unfortunately, this translation wasn’t as good as I’d have loved. Anyway, out ofrespectfor the readers, I decided to put my book in the hands of another editor,PREMA Romance. They helped me to improve theFLOW and theWORDING, as well as developing some paragraphs.

Now, the story isall bright and shiny, ready for a second read, or a first. ☺

You likedDavid and Jamesfrom A New Dream? Here areChris and Adam!

Chris Flanagan has tried to find love so many times, he got tired of trying. On Christmas Eve, he has vowed himself to chastity for a full year. During this time, he’ll do his best to be true to himself and focus on what he really wants from life… But that is without taking into account the arrival of his mysterious neighbor, Adam.

Adam Patinson looks like a tattooed thug and a biker to boot, who recently moved into the building next door. He’s temptation on legs and everything Chris should despise. And yet…

Will Chris be able to resist the Snake’s call in his Eden’s Garden? Especially when this snake appears to be anything but the macho thug he broadcasts?

For the occasion of the re-release, A New Dream is $2.99, A World of Dreams $3.99 and they’re FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED!

Just for your information, thethird book in the Dreams seriesis about to be released in French. Atranslationis planned, but before Dreams #3, I will translate Trois de Coeur, anM/M/MI wrote withMathias P.Sagan. Writing with him has been a great experience. Believe me when I say this story is hotter than what I’ve ever written!!Steamy hot sexbetween three men, with abackground set inFrance!

But that is another story! For now,enjoy A World of Dreams, second edition!

THANKS for taking the time to read this. If you want toSHARE the news, well I won’t stop you! ☺☺☺

I hope you’ll bear with me. As you know it (well, most of you do), English is not my first language. I’m French, and I proudly write M/M fiction in my language. So please, excuse my… English! 🙂

As I have a lot of English-speaking friends online, (and because I found the challenge quite interesting), I decided to translate my first book myself. Last July, A New Dream was born. What you, my readers, did then felt incredibly good to me. You talked about this book, over and over and it was soon on the best seller charts in M/M romance. Of course, lots of people can do best sellers, but it was astounding for me, as a French writer, to have achieved such a goal. And it wouldn’t have happened without you!

Based on this oh-so-fragile success, I decided to do something a bit crazy. While I would be writing the second book in the Dreams series, I would have the story translated for a double-release in September. Hmm. I probably shouldn’t have. Note to self: never do that again.

The book was doomed since the very beginning. The first translator I chose didn’t make it after chapter 7 because of her personal life getting in the way. So, I had to find someone else. The second translator wasn’t used to being a translator in French (it was her first) and did what she could. The book was released with a delay of a month on the original schedule. That’s life…

I’m in love with Chris and Adam, my characters from A World of Dreams. If I will never forget my first, David and James from A New Dream, this second couple holds a particular place in my heart. To tell the truth, my personal life was falling apart while I was writing the book. Anyway, it went very well in French, hitting the best seller charts for a few days too. Woohoo! I thought. It will be a success in English too!

Oh my, was I wrong.

You have no idea (except if you’re a writer!) what reviews can do to an author. It can be really -truly- deeeeeeply- devastating. I was so disappointed when I read the first reviews. « I loved the first book but what happened with this one? » « There is something awkward with the phrasing. DNF. » People, when you write reviews, just be aware that someone (aka the author) is probably behind his/her computer reading it. And it FREAKING HURT!

BUT!

I’d like to thank you, yes you, readers who took the time to write a bad review. Because you made me realize that having it translated by someone else probably wasn’t the best move. That I should have done it myself, even if it would have delayed the release of the book. Some people where nice enough to tell me they liked the book, and a reviewer even wrote me a good (more like neutral) one. But no. Actually, I like it better when people are true to the text and tell if there is something wrong with the way the story is translated.

SO!

What do you do when you know something you wrote with all your heart and in which you put so much love and compassion and life and energy, receives such a bad welcome? Well, you do as Rudyard Kipling instructed in If:

« If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

[…]

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son! »

I didn’t want to take it from the beginning and do it all over again myself. So I asked a few friends around about a good editor who could bring back my book to life… My friend Amanda talked to our common friend Louis Stevens, an amazing author of M/M romance. Long story short, he introduced me to his editor, PREMA Editing.

Let me tell you something. When I saw how many changes had to be done in the book-especially in the first chapters- I understood the complains and the bad reviews. So as soon as I realized how bad it was, I hit the « unpublish » button on Amazon. Seriously, I couldn’t bear the fact that my second baby was out there, knowing it was so badly translated/edited. I don’t blame anyone. It’s more a matter of accumulation, I think. Lots of bad luck…

Anyway! A NEW TIME HAS COME!

The book deserves a second edition. With the help of my lovely readers/ followers/friends in the M/M community, we can all make it work! Would you be okay to give me a hand and drum up some noise about the new release which should be by the end of the month?

ARE YOU WITH ME?

Will you be there to make the second edition known to the world? If you’re in, please know that on the release day, I’ll organize a little giveaway to win copies of the book and goodies!

I couldn’t wait to tell you about this project and now the time has come!

This book would have never seen the light of the day without the help of my amazing editor, Dragonsfly Edits, who also goes by the name of Petra Howard. She also did my translation, this time. I can’t thank her enough for the astounding job she did, knowing she had very little time to achieve it! ♥

I’d like to thank Sam Thorne and Amanda Eisenthal, who did the last proofing. Thanks, my lovelies!! ❤

Jay Aheer is once again responsible for the gorgeous cover! You can check her out on her website and her Society6 shop! She has simply crazy skills! ♥

How about I tell you about the blurb, now? Yes? Here we go!

Blurb

Chris Flanagan has tried to find love so many times, he got tired of trying. On Christmas Eve, he has vowed himself to chastity for a full year. During this time, he’ll do his best to be true to himself and focus on what he really wants from life… But, that is without taking into account the arrival of his mysterious neighbor, Adam.

Adam Patinson looks like a tattooed thug and a biker to boot, who recently moved into the building next door. He’s temptation on legs and everything Chris should despise. And yet…

Will Chris be able to resist the Snake’s call in his Eden’s Garden? Especially when this snake appears to be anything but the macho thug he broadcasts?

It sounds intriguing, right? Yeah, I thought so! 😉 So how about a little excerpt now? Let’s see if we can get you to want to read the book! 😀

Excerpt

First, an excerpt from Chris’ point of view…♥

And now, this man—who was only his friend, not family, not even his boyfriend—this man consoled him, rocking him as if he was a child. But when will I stop? Why am I crying so hard? What for? Who for? For me? About my childhood? My parents? My adolescence? My brother? For every night without hope of love? I hate love! It sucks. It only makes people cry…Damn, why do I cry so much?

“I don’t know, but all of it might be part of it.”

Adam’s reply halted Chris’ breathing.

Had he said all that out loud? Oh my God, please let the ground swallow me whole…The thought pulled him back into reality and he felt Adam’s body heat against him. The breath on his skin, as well as his warm voice, made him shiver. No more cold. No more desire. Just the happiness of holding someone against his heart. Being comforted. Comforted. Tired of fighting, he sighed and leaned back in the strong arms. No pressure, merely friendly comfort.

On his breath, discouragement and sorrow.

On his breath, solitude.

On his breath, void.

But, as he breathed in, his nostrils filled with the smell of Adam. So natural, he fed on the comfort and Chris took Adam’s strength, took his sweetness. And he felt stronger, ready to face the world. A single phrase came to mind.

“Thank you.” His whisper echoed quietly in the silent room. Detaching himself partially from Adam’s protective arms, he pulled back enough to look into his eyes.

How many feelings and emotions in his expression? All the wisdom of the world in eyes that knew too much. Too great a soul to wear, even for a man of Adam’s stature.

For a moment they simply looked at each other, electricity palpable between them. No sexual tension, but two souls connecting, speaking to each other. They were on the same page. Linked.

Adam raised a hand, cupping his face and Chris, unable to help himself, closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against the massive hand. It felt so good there. Sitting on the floor with a man who understood him. Eyes still closed, he felt Adam leaning toward him. He didn’t want to see what was coming. He wanted to burn this exact moment forever into his mind. Their noses touched and Adam rubbed his. Tenderly. Kindly. Like the Eskimo kisses from childhood. The exchange of our breaths. Then Adam kissed him, still softly.

On the cheek.

And now, an excerpt, staring Adam and the little Chad. ♥

“Do you think I’d be able to forget about you? You’re a wonderful little boy. What’s more, it’s not because someone’s in love that they forget about the people they love. Love is like a heart that is made of elastic. Look at those girls in the yard who are playing with that big elastic. They put several into the middle and the elastic just gets bigger. Love is the same: in your heart, there’s your parents, your family, your friends, and each time someone else enters your heart, the elastic expands.

“At some point, is it going to break?”

Chad’s small voice trembled with emotion, but he was no longer crying, snuggled in Adam’s arms.

“No, of course not! Do you know why? Because it’s a magic elastic that never breaks.”

“You’re sure?”

It seemed to Adam that he was doing better.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Why?”

Aargh, Adam groaned to himself. He’s too smart for his own good, this kid!

“Because I’ve loved in my life and I love lots of people. I know from experience that my heart will never be too small to welcome all these new people to love. And as for knowing if I could forget you, know that I’ve never forgotten who was my best friend when I was a kid. Therefore, a child that I know, who has just come into my heart, is still all fresh and I’m not likely to forget.”

“Okay,” the child finally mumbled.

That’s the extended version of an excerpt I shared on Facebook. 🙂

Well, did it make you want to read more? You can tell me what you think of it by commenting under this post, or on Facebook, Twitter, Tsu, or Tumblr ! I would have said Pinterest and Instagram too but it’s not as easy over there! ^^

If you want to buy it, it’s this way! That’s the Amazon.com link. To adapt it to your country, change the last letters (.co.uk for the United Kingdom, .de for Germany, etc…).

I’m very pleased to announce you that I’m ready to take my plane to go to the Euro Pride Convention which going to take place this weekend in Munich, Germany.

It is my first convention ever, as an author so I’m very excited!

If you want your book signed, please bring yours, as I can’t bring much with me on the plane. I’ll see if I can stay a little longer on Sunday afternoon but my flight to come home is a bit early (4 PM). If you’re a featured attendee, I’ll be happy to sign it whenever you can catch me!

I expect the convention to be a place where we, authors, translators, readers and members of the big LGBT community, can be accepted for ourselves, no matter if we’re straight, gay, lesbian, genderqueer, transgender or whatever label you want to put on yourself. Please, if you comment on my photos and vids, don’t share your thoughts if you think they can hurt me or any person figuring on them. Thank you.

After his wife Suzanne passed away in a car accident, David slowly retreated into depression. Three years later, he decides to leave France for Boston for a complete life makeover. He hangs up his lawyer three-piece suit to become a bar manager. On the plane, he meets James, co-owner of the bar.

James is a former Marine, a very gay one – tattooed, muscled, and yummy. The problem is, David would like to explore the feelings he has for his boss, but… James doesn’t do feelings. At all. Like, never.

Well, never say never…

To celebrate…and tease you, I admit it…here is an excerpt. It’s one of my favorite scenes in the book. Enjoy!

David was now standing bare-naked before the bed, his manhood rising slowly as he observed the man lying down. He reached out for the long and delicate, white ostrich feather as he sat down on the bed in the crook between James’ arm and his chest. He lifted the feather and passed it over James’ upper body, from his shoulder to his navel and back to his nipples, painting him with invisible decorations. James’ respiration became erratic and he arched his back, as David traced arabesques with the diaphanous item. He skimmed James’ square face, strong but elegant and…unguarded. He trailed it along a cheekbone, his jaw, down his neck and continued to a collarbone…David traced the contours of James’ body. He was trying to learn his geography, the slightest mount, the faintest vale, each canal and canyon. He wanted his fingers to remember the gorgeous body of his lover, so he could recall it in his sleep.

The Feather helped him to achieve his goal. She was giving him the ability to embed the moment in his mind. He moved down to his torso, then his stomach…Oh mon Dieu, those muscles… He was never one to notice hunks or overly muscled women on the beach or on the street. James wasn’t exceedingly muscular, but more in extreme good shape.

The Feather hesitated and finally followed the treasure trail of thin reddish-blond hair on James’ firm stomach. David could see James’ jaw twitching rhythmically, as his fists clenched and unclenched on the now crumpled sheets. The Feather had taken the power from David. From now on, she would decide by herself which path to take. She lifted the bedclothes to uncover his cut manliness. It was standing to attention proudly, in a bush of frizzy dark red-blond hair, slicked with precum and begging to be touched, to be relieved. In a graceful movement, David cast the bed linen aside and revealed the entire nudity of his lover, the cold air provoking goose bumps on James’ hot body. David got out of breath at the mere sight and he took the time to observe in silent awe.

The Feather resumed her path, testing James’ patience. She brushed the length of his cock, increasing its throbbing ever more as it tried to catch the attention of the Temptress. She went down his full balls, as tense as the rest of his body. For a moment she thought about increasing her sensual torture and carry down his legs but she decided to let the boys play. Landing elegantly next to James’ body, she watched them for a moment. She observed how David leaned over to catch James’ impatient lips. She saw how James managed, with great self-control, to keep his arms stretched out. She gazed on as David caught James’ fist in his right hand, slowly forcing him to open it, finger by finger. She noticed how his soft lips covered James’ congested face. It was hard for him, the Feather could see, to restrain himself, to give his man all this power over himself. He looked like he was about to drown in desire. When would David finally decide to cover his lover’s greedy body? As he eventually did, the Feather turned her attention to the blanket and fell gracefully off the bed. Doing so, she was granting them all the privacy they needed. The last peek she took was as David lied down on top of James and decided to use his hands and mouth to discover his lover’s body. The feral look on David’s face made the Feather shudder. She closed her consciousness to the events that followed, returning forever to her previous state of inanimate object.

Sorry, I haven’t been there much lately. I’m trying to finish the translation of A New Dream on time. Hopefully, it will be ready for release in early July!

First, the cover!

It’s been made by the fantastic Jay Aheer. You can visit her website here. I can’t thank her enough for her amazing job! ♥ ♥ ♥

Isn’t it gorgeous?

Yes, I do love David and James ! Oh…maybe you don’t follow me on Facebook and you haven’t been introduced to my MCs so far? Then, let me tell you what the story is about…

Blurb

After his wife Suzanne passed away in a car accident, David slowly retreated into depression. Three years later, he decides to leave France for Boston for a complete life makeover. He hangs up his lawyer three-piece suit to become a bar manager. On the plane, he meets James, co-owner of the bar.

James is a former Marine, a very gay one – tattooed, muscled, and yummy. The problem is, David would like to explore the feelings he has for his boss, but… James doesn’t do feelings. At all. Like, never.

Well, never say never…

Do you want to know more about them? Let me find you a little excerpt! 😉

Excerpt

David was now standing bare-naked before the bed, his manhood rising slowly as he observed the man lying down. He reached out for the long and delicate, white ostrich feather as he sat down on the bed in the crook between James’ arm and his chest. He lifted the feather and passed it over James’ upper body, from his shoulder to his navel and back to his nipples, painting him with invisible decorations. James’ respiration became erratic and he arched his back, as David traced arabesques with the diaphanous item. He skimmed James’ square face, strong but elegant and…unguarded. He trailed it along a cheekbone, his jaw, down his neck and continued to a collarbone…David traced the contours of James’ body. He was trying to learn his geography, the slightest mount, the faintest vale, each canal and canyon. He wanted his fingers to remember the gorgeous body of his lover, so he could recall it in his sleep.

The Feather helped him to achieve his goal. She was giving him the ability to embed the moment in his mind. He moved down to his torso, then his stomach…”Oh mon Dieu, those muscles…” He was never one to notice hunks or overly muscled women on the beach or on the street. James wasn’t exceedingly muscular, but more in extreme good shape.

The Feather hesitated and finally followed the treasure trail of thin reddish-blond hair on James’ firm stomach. David could see James’ jaw twitching rhythmically, as his fists clenched and unclenched on the now crumpled sheets. The Feather had taken the power from David. From now on, she would decide by herself which path to take. She lifted the bedclothes to uncover his cut manliness. It was standing to attention proudly, in a bush of frizzy dark red-blond hair, slicked with precum and begging to be touched, to be relieved. In a graceful movement, David cast the bed linen aside and revealed the entire nudity of his lover, the cold air provoking goose bumps on James’ hot body. David got out of breath at the mere sight and he took the time to observe in silent awe.

The Feather resumed her path, testing James’ patience. She brushed the length of his cock, increasing its throbbing ever more as it tried to catch the attention of the Temptress. She went down his full balls, as tense as the rest of his body. For a moment she thought about increasing her sensual torture and carry down his legs but she decided to let the boys play. Landing elegantly next to James’ body, she watched them for a moment. She observed how David leaned over to catch James’ impatient lips. She saw how James managed with great self-control to keep his arms at his sides. She gazed on as David caught James’ fist in his right hand, slowly forcing him to open it, finger by finger. She noticed how his soft lips covered James’ congested face. It was hard for him, the Feather could see, to restrain himself, to give his man all this power over himself. He looked like he was about to drown in desire. When would David finally decide to cover his lover’s greedy body? As he eventually did, the Feather turned her attention to the blanket and fell gracefully off the bed. Doing so, she was granting them all the privacy they needed. The last peek she took was as David lied down on top of James and decided to use his hands and mouth to taste his lover’s body. The feral look on David’s face made the Feather shudder. She closed her consciousness to the events that followed, returning forever to her previous state of inanimate object.

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Now, I need to say that none of this could have been done without the help of my amazing editor Petra Howard. Writing in English when your native language is French is not an easy thing to do and I had plenty of doubts. I still have… Anyway, Petra knows how to push me, how to keep me motivated and how to make everything smoother for me. She has helped me with past tenses and the place of words in sentences and so many other things…

She has not checked this post before so if there are any mistakes, they are all mine!! lol Sorry! 😉

Thanks to all of you, my English-speaking friends. Your astounding support has made my dream come true. Let’s hope there will be plenty others!